EIGHT
Marie dropped to her knees, and the decaying room disappeared when she heard Cory and Gale’s voice yelling for her to open her eyes. As she did, she saw everyone staring back at her while her head rested in Cory’s lap. “What happened? And why am I on the floor?”
“We might ask you the same thing.” Cory helped Marie sit up. “You had another vision, didn’t you? Who was it this time?”
Marie leaned against Cory and looked at Gale. “I don’t know who it was, but it was another woman pleading for my help. Oh, it was awful. She was in some creepy looking crypt or mausoleum, and right before I could go to her, she melted.”
“She what? Just like the wicked witch in the Wizard of Oz?” Gale reached over and straightened out Marie’s shirt collar.
“Yeah, you could compare it like that. But ther
